-first movement-
like city lights just out of sight
behind concrete barricades,
there is beauty in pollution, if you know where to look,
if you know what you're looking for, or if what you know is looking for you.
i wonder whether the worth out weighs the waste.
thank god* for walls:
-second movement-
i'd hate to drive,
four steps past first gear,
toward a ravine;
hesitate, then dive,
[forceps**] head first i fear,
toward the scene
of an accident/intention;
on purpose/contention
[**mix the imagery of 1.1 with the specificity of 3]
-third movement-
sketch 'er out on the concrete;
lay 'er out on the stretcher.
roll 'er up to the back seat,
doll 'er up for the *lecher;
the gravel embroidered with blood, accented,
a smell of burnt rubber, red lights, we ascended
to hospital beds, to be ontologically mended
and complete the amputechture:
-finale-
they say the body is a [temple] [i say defined by 1.8]
now hand me darwins scalpel,
and, no longer caring to placate,
remove the indoctrinated limbs from the seams
and [coincidentally] [1.1 is to irony, as 1.2 is to what i mean].
curing dawkins' disease,
creating a soulless, or rather, theologically detached, human being.
that's how the world should [reasonably seem] [both defined by 2.3]